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She Remembera
She remembers 
 What it was like
 Before this,
 And, that.
 When rice pudding was her favorite treat
 And family was all she had.
 
 And , she knows
 That what was, is not.
 And everyone she’s every known
 Has gone and flown.
 And she tells her to be strong,
 Because this is what she wants.
 
 She remembers 
 Watching her mum mum stare
 At a photo of a man she had never known.
 A man with a suit
 And kind, faithful eyes.
 And she wondered, “Who is that?”
 She did not learn much
 In her years
 A fact she regrets again and
 Again.
 
 She envies her life
 And she knows that one day,
 When she is grown
 She too will work hard.
 And she will make a family,
 And perhaps she will find the love
  Like her mum mum and the man in the photo.
 And when she grows old, she will sit with her grandchildren
 And knit them blankets to keep them warm.
 
 She remembers
 When it was all taken away
 But her love stayed.
 We watched by her bed
 And she felt something like hope
 And confusion as well,
 As her mum mum sat calmly in her rest.
 She told us not to cry.
 
 The days passed
 We were soon called back
 Everyone came,
 Even jimmy.
 And this made her heart swell
 At the thought that something bad
 Could bring together good.
 She remembers still,
 How much she loves her.
 She wishes with all her might
 That her mum mum might know how proud she was
 She wants to tell her
 But she can’t find the words
 So she goes back to the time
 When rice pudding was her favorite treat
 And family was all she had.

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